Through Ali's description, Luo Xiu roughly learned what happened. This small tribe of snake demons was under the jurisdiction of a large tribe.

The subordinate small tribes must contribute a certain amount of resources to the larger tribe every year. If they fail to pay, they will be annihilated.

For the big tribes of the Demon Clan, a small tribe that can't even pay tribute has no meaning at all and can be destroyed with a snap of a finger.

And this day was the day when people from the big tribe came to collect tribute. This small tribe could not bring enough tribute, and the patriarch Tuming was seriously injured with a palm.

"Humph, this tribe has no meaning of existence anymore, it will be destroyed!"

In the largest room in the center of the tribe, four or five strong men from the snake demon tribe were sitting on their seats in a grand manner.

At the same time, Luo Xiu, led by Ali, walked over.

After cultivating for a period of time, his consciousness and cultivation have not recovered. In particular, his consciousness was the most seriously injured and recovery is the most troublesome.

However, his physical body is still a god-demon level combat body. As long as the opponent's strength is not at the level of a god-demon, it will not be difficult for him to deal with it.

In the hall, Tu Ming knelt on one knee, his mouth was bleeding continuously, and his expression was slumped. Behind him, many elders in the tribe were also trembling, and no one dared to say anything.

"How dare you give me such a small tribute?"

A demon man with green snake scales on his face showed a cruel smile and was about to kill the leader of the small tribe.

However, at this moment, he felt horrified. He felt as if he was being targeted by an extremely terrifying monster, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Chapter completed!